Tangarine trees and marmalade skies
Milk tart flavoured clouds drift slowly on by
The lemon slice sun seems to cry
Drops of bitter cloudy rain
To awaken the drowsy once again
Lethargic dreams as we lie
In fields of softly spoken rye
That lends an ear but won't reply
Soft rustling, a whisper, the struggle to hear
The unheard words we hold so dear
As we slip back into citrus dreams
Bushes whisk butter until it's creamed
Milk carried dreams down a lonely stream
The prayers children whisper at night
While sipping on glasses of creamy white
Prayers of tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Dreams of the things they wish to hide
Wishes we wanted to answer, we tried
But popping stars aren't within our reach
That's the first thing that they teach
Milk tart clouds gust away
Taking with them the pastel day
Tangerine trees in the same breeze sway
The lemon sun sinks across the line
Where the green tea sea meets the marmalade sky
The butter moon waxes and wanes
While the marmalade skies remain the same
The humans' dreaming grows slowly insane
Until the remnants of tangerine trees
Are nought but a memory on the gentle breeze
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Cookie to the first person who gets the song reference, or more accurately, which song I drew inspiration from.
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This poem was intended to be slow paced but eerie. Tell me whether or not I hit the mark, or how you read it.
Alex xxx
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Under My Sofa
PoetryWhen I was little I wrote in the space under my sofa. Now I write on top of it. That's not poetic. I'm just too big to fit underneath anymore.
